Serayah Morgan.
It’s morning, and I haven’t dared to move a muscle since I woke up. This is the day we’re supposed to take the Royal Prince for his vaccinations, but let’s be real—how am I supposed to show up when I’m still stuck in his room? The last thing I want is to do anything that’ll ruin the day before it even starts. One wrong step, one squeak of a floorboard, and I’m sure he’ll come charging in, demanding to know why I even exist..
I shiver just remembering last night, how his eyes practically burned holes into me when he asked about the scratches on my arms and why they hadn’t healed. If I’d told him the truth—that I’m a weak wolf—wouldn’t that just make him hate me even more? Probably.
I glance down at the robe I’m still wearing. Riva came in earlier and dropped off my outfi
